Chapter 10 The Mystery of Iron Money Meimei’s Advice
"Grandpa! Come out quickly! I'm back!"
No matter how I looked at this kid, he was a bit timid, so I quickly hid the cup under the table. It would be weird if he didn't fight me to make him understand what was going on.
At this time, Lao Zhou came out of the west room with a basin filled with water. As he walked, he said, "Sanwa is back. How was the fish market today?"
"Forget it grandpa! It's all at a reduced price! Who is this? Is there a relative coming to our house?" He looked at me and asked.
I hurriedly explained that I was a foreigner and came to ask Mr. Zhou to do something.
"Sanwa, you go inside and watch TV. If I don't tell you, don't come out."
"oh."
Lao Zhou put the washbasin on the ground and asked me to put off my slippers and soak my feet in it.
Although I didn't understand, I still did it.
Wearing shoes to soak your feet is, how should I put it, weird, but there is a folk saying that wearing shoes and soaking your feet can help you psychic.
And the water was so cold, it felt like it had been frozen in the refrigerator.
Lao Zhou suddenly said, "No, why are there only so few left?"
I didn't dare to say that your silly grandson drank it, so he lied and said he accidentally spilled it just now.
Lao Zhou said again, "Young man, let me ask you this again, are you sure you are a boy?"
"Sure!"
Lao Zhou didn't say anything. He knocked the paper cup upside down on the concrete floor.
Next, a bizarre scene occurred.
The "boy's urine" in the cup was not spilled at all, as if it was sealed inside by an invisible layer of "plastic wrap".
Normally, if we fill a disposable paper cup with water and then turn the cup upside down, it will be impossible to retain it because it violates the common sense of gravity.
Old Zhou looked up at the sky and said, "Bright is bright! Dark is dark! People come to separate the paper! Souls come to separate the mountains! There is the Yellow God in front! There is Yue Zhang behind! You are so embarrassed!"
I saw him take two steps forward, lift his right foot, and step down hard! This step seemed to be very powerful.
It's not that I don't know anything, I know some folk metaphysics. His "two steps and one step" step is very similar to the "three steps" popular in southern Fujian for exorcising evil spirits. It doesn't belong to Taoism.
It doesn’t belong to Buddhism either, it just belongs to the people. A kind of step.
"Don't leave yet!"
Lao Zhou stepped hard again?
After his second kick, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my neck! It was like it was twisted.
Nothing unusual happened, and I didn’t see the “lake spirit” he described.
Lao Zhou didn't know what was going on. He broke out in sweat. He wiped the sweat and said, "Hey, I'm old, and my back hurts just after I step on my feet. When I was young, I stepped two or three times a night."
Everything looks like a normal person."
"Is this good?" I asked.
"Okay, the things are gone. Just pour the water in the basin at the door later."
Seeing my doubtful expression, Old Zhou said calmly, "Young man, you have to believe me. Evil things like lake spirits usually don't follow people ashore. You must have gone to a place you shouldn't have gone."
I know exactly where I went. When he said this, I suddenly felt guilty.
I put more than a thousand yuan on the table, stood up and said, "Old man, I came here in a hurry. I only have this little money with me. I will take the remaining four thousand yuan and deliver it to you in the afternoon."
"Oh, don't worry, young man. There is no money. It is the duty of Mr. Chun'an Tadi to save lives and heal the wounded..."
Having said that, he was not slow at all in collecting money into his arms. Looking at the bright smile on his face, I felt that I had been deceived? Was it a conspiracy made by people together to target outsiders?
Game?
But if that's the case, people can collude, but how do you explain the muddy footprints that appear out of thin air in the Internet cafe? How do you explain the heavy footsteps I feel? How do you explain the disappearing coffee? How do you explain the child's urine seal that is not spilled?
You can't explain this at all.
It only cost a few thousand yuan. I still follow the old saying in Jianghu: the world is big and there are all kinds of wonders. It is better to believe that they exist than to believe that they do not exist. Spend money to eliminate disasters and buy peace of mind.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, Meimei called me suddenly.
Meimei was very emotional on the phone. She said, "Boss Xiang! Is that okay?"
Yes! I sent your coin to a foreign person who specializes in playing iron money for everyone to see! The other party concluded that this coin is a new type of money that has no history! It fills a gap in the history of Zhejiang Qianjian during the Song Dynasty!"
I asked, "How do you say it is a trial casting variety? Is it produced by the same coin as the Chunxi Yuanbao?"
Meimei said excitedly, "It's not that simple! The back is exactly the type of Shenquanjian! This thing of yours is not from Shenquanjian! It must have been a trial casting from an unknown money supervisor at that time! It is of great research value!"
The professional words we speak may not be understood by outsiders. During the Southern Song Dynasty, many copper coins had Qian Jian marks on the backs. For example, you can see Chunxi Yuanbao on the back with Zhengzi, Quanzi on the back, Guangzi on the back, and Qiandao Yuanbao on the back.
Zhengzi, copper coins with Song characters on the back, Kaixi Tongbao copper coins with Li characters on the back, Jiading Yuanbao copper coins with Lizhou characters on the back, etc. This series of characters on the back is a huge and complex system. The small iron coins I caught in the lake are
A new member of this vast system.
It can be said that this small amount of money has filled a gap in the monetary history of the Southern Song Dynasty and has high academic research value.
"Boss Xiang, there must be more than one money spent. Tell me the truth, how much did you spend?"
I held up the phone and smiled and said, "Boss Mei, how many coins I give out depends on the thickness of your wallet."
I just want to make money and have no interest in academic research or historical data research.
Meimei said, "I'll tell you the truth. No one will recognize your money in the country. That guy from abroad who plays with iron money asked me to help him. He asked me to buy all the iron money. We can discuss the price."
"A big foreign player? A kid?" I asked.
On the other end of the phone, Meimei's tone and mood softened a lot. She said, "Boss Xiang, you have to admit that there is still a big gap between us and others in the study of ancient coins in the next few decades."
I said excitedly, "That's nonsense! I once had a genius apprentice! His future achievements will definitely surpass all the little devils in this industry!"
"Tell the other party! You won't sell it! No matter how much you pay, you won't sell it! You won't sell any of it!"
Meimei advised me, "Boss Xiang, I know you have emotions, but we Emotions should not be involved in this transaction. Let’s just talk about interests. No one in China knows your money, and iron money is no better than copper money. People in China can’t give you a high price at all, but the other party’s quotation, I don’t think so.
Less than two million."
I frowned and asked, "If it works, how much commission can you get from it?"
Meimei said truthfully, "The rules of the road are 25%."
"Put it down, Boss Mei. No one recognizes this money now, but I think someone will definitely recognize it in the near future. For no other reason, I just don't like little devils. If I can't sell it, I'll just let it go.
Yunfeng does not lack the two million."
Meimei still wanted to persuade me, but I just hung up on her.
As one of the top antique coin dealers in the South, Meimei is definitely not short of hundreds of thousands in commission. I guess she wants to earn favors from collectors in this island country so that she can buy some good things from them.
There are a lot of good things in the hands of the little devil, many of which cannot be bought with money. Looking at the ancient coin industry alone, only people like Rob Zhaofang Yaoyu during the Republic of China can compare with the quality of the collection of the little devil, but others cannot.
The night this batch of iron coins first came out, Boutou and I didn't dare to recognize the real thing, but the little devil collector dared to quote me two million just after looking at the pictures. This is definitely a cognitive gap. It seems
I still need to improve my abilities.
Near noon, I found a place to eat. While I was eating, I suddenly received a strange phone call.
"Hello? Who is this?"
The person speaking over there was a man. He started by saying hello, Mr. Xiang, but his Mandarin sounded awkward.
I frowned and said, "The buyer Meimei talks about is your Excellency, right?"
The other party generously admitted his identity and asked me to make an offer.
I immediately smiled and said, "Sauri, I'm in Missy Missy, bye."
Soon the phone rang again, and I suddenly became unhappy. The thing belongs to me! I can sell it if I want to! If I don’t want to sell it, I can’t! What’s the matter, are you still going to force me?
I picked up the phone and yelled, "You're dead when you're on the phone! Bagaya!"
"Brother, what are you talking about? I'm delivering ducks. I'm in Qiandao Lake Town."
